Grayson #2
I lean over her, her warm breath fans across my lips as she squeals. The music disappears when our eyes collide. Our lips are a centimeter apart. I can smell the whiskey on her breath. What I wouldn’t give to taste it off her lips too.
“Grayson,” she murmurs, blinking up at me.
I inhale her. “Maisie,” I whisper back. She inches impossibly closer until her bottom lip brushes against my mustache. I’m in enemy territory right now, no end in sight. I still wouldn’t mind drowning in this moment for eternity.
Maisie's eyes dip to my mouth. Her responding lick of her own lips, slow and sexual, has me groaning. My arms cramp from holding us frozen in a dip. Fucking worth it for the way she’s looking at me.
Her finger reaches, tapping on my mouth with mischief in her eyes. “W. P. M.” She taps with each letter. I think she's more saying it to herself, if her giggle at my confused expression is anything to go by.
I lift us, spinning Maisie once before pulling her back. She umphs when our chests collide. I tuck a strawberry curl behind her ear. “And what exactly does that mean?”
She sucks her lip between her teeth. “It’s an inside joke.”
My brows furrow. “With who?”
“Mmm-myself, silly,” she hums, booping me on the nose.
“Do I get to be in on the secret?”
She reaches up and snatches my cowboy hat. She smiles over her shoulder as she slides it onto her head. “Maybe if you’re a good boy,” she teases before skipping off to the center of the dance floor.
I guess that means we’re staying longer.
I almost chase after her before spotting Hunter, knowing she’s safe without me glued to her side.
Hunt must not be closing tonight. She finds Maisie quickly, grinding her hips against her playfully.
I’ve never seen Hunt stay after a shift.
Seems she’s caught the Maisie effect too.
The two girls giggle and dance together. Maisie dances carefree, and it’s sexy as all hell. I’m mesmerized by her curvy hips as they shimmy. This woman belongs on a magazine cover.
Maisie keeps my hat on, and my chest swells at the sight.
She may not know the meaning behind wearing my hat, but all the cowboys drooling over her sure do.
They look at her with yearning eyes, but they keep their distance.
She’s not theirs to claim for tonight. I may not be either, but that doesn't stop the pride in my chest. It looks a hell of a lot better on her.
The two girls saunter over, out of breath, with giant smiles.
Hunter swings Maisie by the hand into my chest. “This one’s all yours.
I have an opening shift tomorrow, and this girl needs her beauty sleep.
” Hunter plants a kiss on Maisie’s cheek, throwing me a salute.
“Later, babes. Don’t forget to text me!” she screams, exiting the bar.
I tuck Maisie into my side, lifting her chin so our eyes meet. “Do I get my hat back now?”
She looks at her watch-less wrist. “Nope!” she says, popping the p. “Timer says it’s still mine for the night.”
I chuckle under my breath. “Is that so?”
Her head bobs eagerly. “Mhm. So that means I’m yours for the night too. The hat and I are a package deal, I’m afraid.”
“Well, we can’t go splitting up the duo, now can we?” I flick her adorable button nose, leading us out the door. “Let’s get these dancing boots off you so you can get some beauty sleep too.”
Maisie halts her feet, almost toppling over. “Wait, we can’t leave without Ches. He’s my ride.”
“Ches left with the guys a few songs ago, so you’re stuck with me.”
She sighs. “Fine, if I must. I’ll take one for the team and ride with the annoyingly handsomeeee cowboy.”
She links our arms for balance while I steer us towards my truck. I think I hear a woodpecker until I realize it’s Maisie’s teeth chattering. I slip off my fleece-lined jean jacket and slip it over her shoulders.
She moans at the warmth, snuggling her face into the collar with a deep inhale. “Sandalwood, of course,” she mumbles under her breath, tripping on a pebble.
I hold in my laugh, keeping her upright and opening the passenger door for her. She takes a step and faceplants into the leather seat, since her arms are wrapped up in my oversized jacket. This time, I don’t hold back my laughter.
“Ughhhhh,” she groans. Instead of standing, she wiggles her way up onto the seat like an inchworm. The only thing she achieves is giving me a painful boner as I watch her half bent over, shaking her ass in my face.
God, she looks good in that romper.
I need to walk away before I do something I can’t take back, like kiss her. “Need some help there, honey?”
Whoops, who said that?
She inches up the last bit, spinning in the seat to plant her ass in the chair.
Her hair is a mess, spread across her face.
“Nope,” she heaves, shooting me a thumbs up.
“Alllllll good. I was just curious what it’s like to be…
a worm. I don’t know how they go through life with no limbs. Little rockstars, if you ask me.”
I chuckle and buckle her in. “I’m pretty sure they don’t have eyes either.”